Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 109

**Chapter 109: A Courier at the Door**

Dissect me?

Check my fertility value?

If they discover my fertility value is 100, will I even be able to survive this?

6%

Finished.

Sylvara felt as if the ground had fallen away beneath her. A wave of cold sweat enveloped her, chilling her to the bone. She struggled to keep her voice steady, forcing it to sound small and tremulous. “Mr. Knowles, why would that scum Aslan even think that? Did I do something wrong?”

Her heart raced, and she could feel the panic rising within her.

Oh, my little sweetheart is so frightened. Her complexion has turned ashen.

Malcolm rushed to reassure her, his tone gentle yet firm. “Sweetheart, you haven’t done anything wrong. It’s all that scum, Aslan’s, fault. I’m just warning you. Be cautious of that two-faced jerk.”

His protective instincts flared, and he continued with a sense of urgency, “If he ever tries to use my name to lure you out alone or trick you, just hit him. I will back you up, no matter what.”

This blatant favoritism is so obvious.

He’s not even trying to hide it.

With him standing by me, what is there to fear?

As Malcolm’s words sank in, Sylvara felt a warmth spread through her, and her eyes brightened with a smile. “Whatever you say, Mr. Knowles. Thank you so much.”

Malcolm waved his hand dismissively. “No need to be so polite with me, sweetheart. By the way, I bought you a little welcome gift. It should be waiting for you at your dorm gate by now. Go pick it up.”

Sylvara leaped from the couch, her excitement bubbling over. “Okay, thank you, Mr. Knowles! I’ll go check it out right away!”

“Go on, go on,” he urged, a hint of laughter in his voice as he cut the call.

With a rush of adrenaline, Sylvara dashed out barefoot, her heart racing with anticipation.

At the courtyard gate, she was greeted by the sight of a delivery flyer already waiting for her.

Two individuals stepped forward, their expressions friendly. “Hello, we’re delivery staff from Stellar Mall. Are you Mr. Feywin?”

Sylvara nodded enthusiastically. “That’s me!”

The courier smiled and said, “Please show your optical computer so we can verify your identity.”

His tone was unwavering, filled with certainty.

Auren’s curiosity got the better of him. “How can you be so sure?”

Agares cast a cool glance in his direction. “She never wanted exposure in the first place. We pressed too hard, forcing her into the spotlight.

“Now that Mr. Noll has emerged, the public will naturally shift their focus to him.”

He continued, his voice steady, “She deleted her account to take advantage of that shift. It aligns perfectly with her desire to remain hidden. And more importantly, Saphron, who owns a fruit shop, has already launched a poll asking customers whether the next drop should be apples, grapes, or sweet oranges.

“If the new Level-7 Plant Healer were moving to the Federation, wouldn’t she be slapping her own fans in the face when the sale goes live?”

Auren felt painfully slow compared to Agares. So many clues had been laid out before him, and yet he hadn’t connected a single one. With each point explained, the pieces began to fit together in his mind.

“So we just keep an eye on Saphron?” he asked softly, half-afraid that his lack of understanding would continue to be a source of embarrassment.

Agares gave him a meaningful look before his gaze fell to the lunchbox Auren was carrying.

Auren shuddered, realizing his oversight, and quickly set it on the table. “Commander Vaelor, this is from Mrs. Vaelor. I was coming to see you anyway, so I thought I’d bring it along.”

Agares sat up straight, his demeanor shifting as he leaned forward slightly and reached out to open the box.